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The wind that caresses the loose strands of my hair. The calm sunlight that brushes upon my skin. The tickling flatter of the slightly dampened meadow. The song of vibrant colors surrounding the tiny petals. 

Yet, I somehow cannot take my eyes away from your pleasant aesthetics. The personification of beauty in every aspect.

I wonder if you can hear my heart's silent cry?


My Art, My Love, My Desperation.

The Despicable's Plead

The ride towards the picnic site was enjoyable. 


Ross kept on pointing at random objects and asked me to criticize them in the worst way I could possibly do. 


At first I was shocked to listen to his suggestion but after hearing him insult an old lady for having seen her dressed in a very distracting neon dress, basically confusing her with a glow-in-the-dark stick that can't really be bent, I couldn't help but play along with his uncommon game. 


I knew it was wrong to do so but no one will really know that bad deeds happen unless they're busted for it. 


So for the past twenty minutes of creative slanders, we arrived at the recreational park with sins heavier than our baskets. 


Ross, being the self-proclaimed gentleman that he is, took the liberty to grab all our stuff as we head towards the ideal spot for our date. 


It didn't take too much time to locate the best possible place to situate ourselves because there were only limited people doing similar activities to us. 


CHAPTER LIV: Depths of the Barren Story